A perfect model

At the bottom of the social pyramid are the proles, the little people, the powerless.

At the top are the true elites, the Inner Party.

And in between are the dupes of the regime, the true believers, the serious and responsible, respectable people.

The Outer Party.

Winston Smith, even before he is individually savaged by the state in the person of O'Brien, gets it.

But then again, he doesn't.

Salvation, he thinks, must come from the proles.

And that is like counting on all the molecules of your TV set quite at random to lurch, spontaneously and simultaneously, three feet to the left - thus causing the set to lurch three feet to the left.

And, anyway, they are as close to impervious to moral/political/ideological bullshit as anyone can be, the proles are.

Hence they are not revolutionaries - or at any rate never revolutionaries for something, though the little people, driven past endurance, do sometimes - rather often, historically, really - revolt against their masters, spreading death, destruction, and horror.

As slaves have done, from time to time.

Think of Spartacus's rebellion.

And, anyway, there is no salvation from the human condition.

Reading 1984.